I’ve robbed the Rainbow to make you GAY
I don’t really understand why the human-for-comparison is waving. Unless maybe he’s like, “Oh, I’m about to be eaten by dinosaurs. Bye.”
My new shoes are called “Erma,” so they are ipso facto awesome.
Aren’t bananas inherently To Go? I mean, what is the alternative, a peeled banana and a spork For Here?!?
I never realized how much these truffles look like the Death Star. Mmmmmmm, deliciously destructive.
Meanwhile…
Julie Andrews out-butches Bieber.
Take some Dramamine and do a barrel roll.
Update: Maybe this only works on Chrome? If so, everyone else just carry on.
Their eyes were watching the lantern parade.
I make you laugh, I’m here to fuckin’ amuse you?
Dear Person in Hampden with a Sharpie,
If you actually want this sort of guerrilla marketing to work, I suggest you tighten up your penmanship. Jeez, it’s atrocious! Do you know how many people out there are googling, “Punluille Dave?!” Google isn’t going to ask any of those people if they mean, “Parkville Dave,” because only you and I and Parkville Dave know what the hell you meant.
Get it together, man!!
Hey, man, don’t bogart the poppies.
